Dear you.

……….. Perhaps naïve and delusion looked good on my skin, I wore that down till it was nothing but rust and torn lace. The rotten apple you fed me was coded in your delusion, the sympathy I ensured to mark you as your self-pity was far much greater than your ego, that screams with death…

I cling to your body as mine was rejected by yours, I sympathize between the longing of love and lust. To betray the ones of your words, I had manipulated into something that I have missed guided into something that was rotten and betrayed. That struck on your tongue at the right time to keep…

I am patiently waiting, feeding in beneath the time in the cracks that I willingly crawl out of. I’m waiting for this pain to pass, to discontinue my mind and body. To evict my heart, and the trauma, to replace your fingertips with something new. Your nails have left a scar beneath my skin with…

When I entered this hole, it was filled with dust upon paintings that had never been looked at or touched in years, dated back to a time that I didn’t even know existed. Dust particles floating in the air. You can feel your lungs filling up, not being able to breathe. It was my turn…

So our secret remains a mystery, floating, false accusations that you spread on your tongue makes me weak with desperation, spewing beneath my pours, who was I to you? Short memory, long lived now forgotten degraded into dust. My expression lingers into nothing, a void you fantasize over. I’ve seen beneath your skin who you…

The craving of not having this ending marked with the death of your presence being wasted, after you just forgave the fallen fathers, who had made it the devil layer. to hate the person you looked at in the reflection of your tears you made your home. Watching you fall, the hero you begged, suffocating…

I can hear your voice singing in the breeze. It pictures us two, in the background in the silence we call our names. Make it make sense. Why do we keep ending up in the same place? All I wanted was your name to be replaced with “mine”. Your lips are my cure, I won’t…

You have my attention, you can speak to me loud. You took my choice away as if I wasn’t allowed to deny the patterns, I can comprims. I want you, but you don’t understand this…. is all l’ve ever had. The past screams in vain as the sinning I do becomes paranoia. The word fool…

The sacrifices I have made to protect the pain I have inflicted upon myself has given me nothing but a dread you continue to endure with the pain I’ve given you. I keep myself whole. I can expect what I have lost and adjust accordingly to your needs and satisfaction. But silence is a sin…